weekend in review

Cooked a fair bit, including a variation of catrinella's swordfish recipe (we were out of cayenne pepper, so I just used black), as well as white eggplant with oyster sauce; summer squash roasted with rosemary, garlic, and lemon; and pesto.

Spent yesterday with family, at a lake. Swimming, reading, writing. It was nice.

There's been a flurry of HP x French poetry double-drabbles -- etrangere wrote Verlainefic (Tonks/Ginny) for me, Cat twined the Blacks with Rimbaud, and I did a riff on Yeats-via-Bonnefoy.

My arms hurt like hell. !#%%@ ragweed. !@#%@#@ trees. If reincarnation is mandatory, I swear I'm coming back as mint or mistletoe.

My nearest and dearest have been down with colds. I've been chomping on vitamin C, raw garlic, and Airborne lozenges with a vengeance.

Swamped with work and chores, but it's nice to be wanted and/or necessary.

I had planned not to write any fic today, but I started sketching Coals of Fire in the waiting room, and Ils s'enivrent (a prequel to Placet) outright bludgeoned me.

The kicker, of course, is that I ought to pull together at least 800 more words for pay before I head to bed, but it's likely to take me six hours instead of three, because I'm stupid that way. Ah, well. To the plank...